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Log 24459
"Log-code 24459. In relation, Experiment 1006, the Prototype. Stubborn as he is, and always silent with each passing session, I'm still uncovering fresh data nonetheless. Today's discovery?--"
(garbled audio)
"Hmph. End of log. Hmmm. Ready to talk now, are you?"
"I... possess... a question."
"Go ahead..."
"Do you... feel... anything?"
(Sigh) "This question referring to what, exactly?"
"You stick us. Beat us. Tear at flesh... Do you feel it?"
"There is a secret inside you, 1006. Valuable beyond all measure. I cut and prod and burn at it, and I get closer with each session... So speak, or don't. Fight, or give in. Regardless, I learn something new about you every day..." (Laugh) "It excites me!"
"Thank you."
"You... thank me?"
"Absolutely!" (Mimicking Harley's voice) "I learn something new about you every day."
End of Log.
The doctor left the Prototype's special little cage, leaving security protocols behind without a care in the world, the mockery in that artificial voice mixed with so many mimics of others clinged to his mind like a mistake begging to be fixed.
He'll make sure that its metallic exterior crumbles under his finger tips, that spider dressed in torn jester clothings, no less than a toy.
The key to humanity's next great discovery, his discovery, would be uncovered. He won't let a speciment of such caliber just wander under his radar, under Playtime's radar. Sometimes he feels like they let too much pass on by the simple memory of the being's past. They can just forget, how difficult is that to understand?
But, at the end of the day, he still has much more work on the layers above and shouldn't be binding his time under the much more strict security of a diferent sector. His own speciments were awaiting him, awaiting to be fullfilled, to have a purpose on this burning world. He shouldn't be distracted on a project he only had command on the words recorded and printed into the intensive research logs, but he could always make his way to this particular creature off and on schedule, like he's made in multiple other occasions with numerous other speciments... The results were each time more and more interesting, even more to witness. Each scream, gargled word spilled and spit, how can one pass up such opportunity? The jester's position is to entretain of course.
Who was going to stop him either way? Definitely not it. Definitley not the company, they needed him, his intellect, his skills- He wouldn't let himself be treated the same way that soft, small-minded, backstabbing Ludwig had-
There was a reason one of them was currently walking to success, and the other is rotting away between the line of organic and artificial.